the last piece of my sandwich and collect my things. We hurry out to Mr. Rocchelliâs portable but find the door locked. âShit,â Spencer says, banging it with his fist.
Thatâs the second time Iâve seen Spencer hit something when heâs mad. It doesnât fit with his usually easygoing temperament.
âI guess he canât leave all that equipment unsupervised when no oneâs there,â I say.
The school door bangs shut behind us, and we both swing around. Mr. Rocchelli is heading toward the portable, keys in hand.
âSpencerâs already agreed to tutor you?â he asks, sliding the key into the lock.
âYeah, and he doesnât like to waste any time.â
âI see that.â Mr. Rocchelli pushes the door open and steps aside to let us pass. âIn the future, if you sign up to use the room I wonât lock you out. As it was, I didnât think anyone was going to be here today.â
âWe didnât know either until five minutes ago,â Spencer says, leading the way into the sound room.
Mr. Rocchelli smiles at me. âGo to it,â he says.
I feel my heartbeat quicken. What is the matter with me?
Spencer is a patient teacher, and by the end of the lunch hour I feel way more confident with the program. He listens to snippets of what Iâve written and appears genuinely impressed. He watches as I tuck away the flash drive. âYou look better than you did earlier,â he says.
âBetter?â I tease. âI wasnât looking well before?â
âNo,â he says seriously. âYou were lookingâ¦sad.â
Thatâs because I was sad. But Iâm not going to tell him that. Working with the program was a good distraction, just as dance class was last night. Iâll have to remember this. Keep busy. Keep distracted.
âWell, Iâm glad Iâm looking better.â
âDo you want to come back here after school?â
I think about it and glance at the schedule on the wall. No one has the room booked. âWhat I really need to do now is simply work on the music,â I tell him. âI think I know enough about the equipment to get started.â
He thinks about that. âI could do homework in the portable,â he says, gesturing to the main room, âand you could work in here. If you have any problems with the program, I could help you.â
I glance through the window at Mr. Rocchelli, who is working at his desk. Iâd feel more relaxed about being here after school if Spencer was here too.
âOkay, thanks.â
âGood. Itâs a date.â
I glance up at his choice of words.
âYou know what I mean,â he says, looking away. I follow him out of the sound room. âWeâll be back after school,â he tells Mr. Rocchelli as he heads across the room.
âYouâve got a whole year to complete this project,â Mr. Rocchelli reminds me. âIt doesnât have to be done in one semester.â
âHave you forgotten?â I ask him. âIâm working on a masterpiece. That takes time, lots of time.â
He laughs. âSee you after school.â
My after-school session in the sound room is completely different from the hour I spent there during music-theory class. This time Iâm focused, and only twice do I have to ask Spencer for help. I work on the second part of the piece and begin creating an entirely new segment of music, including a new melody that wasnât part of Mr. Rocchelliâs original song. This section has some darker themes, and the notes come easily to me. I play it on the small keyboard that sits in the corner.
When I look up, I find Mr. Rocchelli standing in the doorway. âI donât recognize my song anymore,â he says.
âOh, you will,â I quickly assure him. âIâm just adding to it.â
He smiles. âItâs wonderful. I like what I just heard.â
âOh, that.
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